Lucimar soon gave up probing into the chaotic relations of the Undead Tribe.
He felt that such matters were for deities to consider, while someone like him, working for a living, just needed to focus on his tasks, seeking credit at the right moments, to live a perfect life.
So, he quickly brought the conversation back on track: "So... what are we supposed to observe about her? There must be something special, right?"
'Mobi Chenxin' suddenly turned to look at him: "You've been in the same room and carriage with Miss Ruth for so long, have you seen any particularly unique weapon on her... something she didn't have before, of course."
"Hmm?" Lucimar tilted his head back for a moment, "She occasionally weaves a black rose with very fine spider silk, but I think she's just passing time and doesn't pay much attention to it.
